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Lyrics
Papa Giorgi’s hands are old
His beard is long and hair is gray
His wife, his love, she lies in bed
Too sick to move every day
Giorgi and his donkey Grisha
On one cold winter’s day
Went to gather firewood
In the forest far away
Grisha, help me now
Grisha, help me plow
Grisha, my only friend
Grisha, I fear the end
Caught in a dreadful winter’s storm
Giorgi tried with all his might
To save Grisha from his fate
Grisha did not come home that night
Grisha, help me now
Grisha, help me plow
Grisha, my only friend
Grisha, I fear the end
Grisha, help me now
Grisha, help me plow
Grisha, my only friend
Grisha, I fear the end